seated across from her
on the perfect fall day
we share a prosciutto sandwich
and kindness in comfortable silence
we share our thoughts
and we share each others eyes
as the colours turn and the people pass
sewn together in silk-threaded luminescence
we share each others cherished smiles
swallowed up in gallant orange aloofness
we sit and fondle without so much as a touch
i watch as the foam collects on her upper lip
while the colours turn and the people pass
and we share each other
for as long as we possible can
over cappuccino and cream
behind long drawn sugar shears
as the colours turn and the people pass
and for a moment stretched out like a rubber band
we get lost in each others irises
idle and solemnly content
sharing a moment stretched out like sprawling country miles
the very best part of my day has come and went
as the colours turn and the people pass
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